Guilt, murder, weird sex, dinner… sounds like a typical date to me, but no matter how I taunt Thomas, it’s not how to get on next year’s Top Ten Sexy Geeks list. Yesterday’s emails:
Thomas Roche wrote:
It is my sole purpose for existence, now, to make the 2006 list. My propeller beanie, mail-order law degree and build-your-own-sex-robot kit are all on their way.
violet/blue wrote:
Jackson made me dinner last night, so he’s ahead of you already. :)
Thomas Roche wrote:
Jackson, huh? Not to be Geekiavellian about it, but I’m just sayin’ you maybe oughta tell him and any other sexy little psychopharmacologists, pomo social theorists, computer engineers, alt-porn models, intellectual property lawyers and sex machine inventors on the waiting list to take it easy when they walk down the sidewalk listening to Weezer on their iPods, you know, them sidewalks get real slippery and it’d be a shame if they all happened to take a little spill between now and next December…. hahahahahahahaahahahahahahahah!
violet/blue wrote:
I just sent your threat to Xeni. oh, it’s ON.
Thomas Roche wrote:
As I said to Keely, to make that list I will arrange to be double penetrated by Stephen Hawking on Caverject and Annalee Newitz with a strap-on. Ass and mouth, of course – I’m not getting a sex change even for you, honey.
Unless there’s a cash prize involved for the 06 list.
Then, maybe.
Thomas Roche wrote (3 minutes later):
Xeni already made the list — she’s in the clear. She can wear tap shoes during the ice storm for all I care.
It’s my competition for second-string consolation-prize didn’t-make-it-the-first-year-but-put-a-guilt-trip-on-Violet sexy geekdom that I’m concerned with.
